My dad came to visit yesterday, and brought this lovely little thing with him. It's a mangowood teardrop-shaped glass tube vase, complete with some kind of little plant that I have to try not to kill. At the moment it lives on the windowsill in the kitchen so it can take advantage of the afternoon sun.
And these beautiful roses came courtesy of our Saturday night dinner guest, Margaret. They're almost past their prime now, but still look rather pretty.